Callista Buchen is the author of The Bloody Planet (Black Lawrence Press, October 2015) and Double-Mouthed (dancing girl press, winter 2016). She is the winner of DIAGRAM’s essay contest and the Langston Hughes award. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Harpur Palate, Puerto del Sol, Belleuve Review, Blue Mesa Review, [PANK], and many others.
In the evenings, house asleep, I try to take out my eyes and put them in a glass of water on the blue nightstand next to the bed. But another pair pops into place, not unlike the yogurt that slides down each time I take a new one out of the cooler at the grocery store where I forgot to buy eggs. I take out my eyes until the glass of water is full, the eyes at the top barely in the water, red-stained and itching. I gaze at my eyes, coolly, as if I distrust them, and then we all laugh, the way you can with your eyes. We are fluid, open like a face. Maybe we didn’t even want the eggs. By the time someone starts crying, the glass of water is a glass of water, and all the eyes are back in line, pair by pair.